25th of Yaris, 2718
THE VIENDA RIOT OF 2718
In the great blue and gold tent, people took their seats, muttering and talking quietly whilst smells of fair food filled the dimly lit area. In the centre of the bleacher seating was a large packed dirt circle, surrounded by a decorative padded wood barrier. As the visitors waited, the lights would start to dim more and more, until suddenly it was pitch black in the closed venue. The crowd quietened, an atmosphere of curiosity hanging in the air.
“Ladies and gentlemen!” A voice boomed from the darkness, before quite suddenly a single solitary spotlight flicked on to a figure standing in the centre of the ring. Baldur stood, resting his hands on his cane, tophat sitting firming on his bald head. He smiled up at the audience, turning slowly and spreading his arms wide as if to welcome them all.
“Ladies and gentlemen, greetings on this fine Yaris day! I hope you’ve got yourself a bite of food and a cool drink from the wonderful vendors outside, and you’re comfortably settled because ladies and gentlemen, this is the moment you’ve been waiting for!” He grinned at the crowd, grasping his top hat and tilting it theatrically.
“Allow me to introduce myself, I am Baldur and this is my circus. For those who haven’t seen a circus before, well my friends you are in for a treat!” Moving suddenly, the round man ran to the edge of the ring and jumped up on the barrier, pointing over the audience with the rounded handle of his cane.
“Even if you don’t realise it yet, this is the moment you’ve waited for. Prepare to be amazed, delighted, surprised and even moved tonight! We have acts gathered from all over Vita to share with you tonight, some of which have never been seen by anyone else. You are the first! How is that for entertainment!?” He ran to the otherside of the ring, the spotlight following him crisply. Jumping up on the barrier, he pointed to a well dressed galdor with a similar tophat in the audience.
“You sir, that is an excellent hat. Good to see Vienda has some taste.” A small murmur of a laugh came from the crowd, before Baldur jumped down and strode to the centre of the ring.
“Ah, but enough from me. You came to see a show! So let’s have a show shall we?!” He held his hand to his ear, as though waiting for an answer. A few children in the audience called out a small ‘yes!’, much to Baldur’s false disappointment.
“Come on Vienda, you can do better than that. I said, let’s have a show shall we?!” This time, a much more substational group called out their ‘yes’s, to which Baldur grinned.
“Fantastic! Then let the show….begin!” The spotlight snapped off again, before a huge ball of flames exploded from the centre of the ring, people in the audience gasping with surprise. The lights came on, a dim mix of purples and reds, to reveal Dorian grinning and holding two batons. From the darkness, hidden from the audiences view, the band began to play a dramatic tune as the fire breathing, sword swallowing contortionist began his act.
Backstage, Baldur panted as he took of his hat and wiped his brow, peeking between the curtains at the sound of ‘oohs’ and ‘ahhh’ from the spectators as Dorian juggled and spun the batons he had now lit on fire. Turning back, he grinned and put his hat back on. They had started, finally, they had started. The stout bald man could almost cry with joy. A full house meant full bellies for his troupe, and if things went right today, this could be their step into a comfortable life.
Baldur was as proud as any father would be of their children. His circus, his troupe. His family, his home.
The sounds of disgust and squeals of delight from the children told him Dorian had shifted to contortion, and a quick glance revealed the brown haired human twisted in the most unnatural ways, a huge grin on his handsome face. It would be Baldur’s time to step back into the ring soon, to introduce the next act. He looked over at a young wick that had joined them in the city, only a child by any standards, carrying a tray of wooden cups filled with a cold non-alcoholic drink. Reaching out, he squeezed her shoulder.
“Remember pet, it’s a hat for a cup. Try not to get in anyone’s way, and smile. You’ve got a pretty smile.” The child beamed, nodded, and disappeared off to the side to peddle her drinks amongst the seated audience. Another sound, this one of wonder, signaled Dorian was swallowing sharp pointy objects. Baldur took a deep breath , grasped his cane, and watched carefully for his que.